I miss the way we talked before you went away to school.
Now all you seem to say is “Baby, how could it be you?”
I hate the way you’re leaning and you’re looking at your phone.
I hate the way I feel like dying when I’m alone.
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Having sex in the morning, your love was foreign to me
It made me think maybe human is not such a bad thing to be
But I just laid there in protest, entirely fucked
It’s such a stubborn reminder one perfect night’s not enough
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